Cirque Du Freak- The Zachariah Saga Chapter 2
"So what's your name, lad?" Vancha asked while still picking his teeth with his left pinky.
"My name is Zachariah, Mr. Harst," I softly spoke, my voice full with both fear and awe, of the strange cloak wearing colossal man.
"Don't be so formal with me boy!" he boomed. "Call me Vancha or ugly, which ever you prefer."
"Alright then, Mr. Ugly..." I spoke with some new found confidence and I could see Vancha grinning at what should be a scowl. Vancha soon stood, stretching he went out of the alley and started walking off without another word. Turning around, Vancha instantly vanished from my eyes. Vancha had left and I was all alone and I walked back to the orphanage that I was living in.
Walking down the concrete side I looked up and saw the bright balls of light that are imbedded into the night sky and as I looked closer I saw the large full moon. Normally all the air polution would've covered the stars and the moon, but I guess I was lucky to be able to see such a magnificent sight, but what I didn't know was that the moonlight wasn't just beautiful, but it was also a beacon for an attack.
From behind a dark figure grabbed me from behind and pushed me down, my head bumping against the cold, concrete my eyes started throbbing and I almost passed out. My attacker held me down and whispered into my ear, "Where did the vampire go? If you don't tell me I'll kill you." the man said with a cold, and dark tone.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I croaked and I could feel what I thought was the muzzle of a pistol on the back of my head.
"Bull! I saw you with the vampire and I want to know where he went! That bloody vampire killed a certain friend of mine and I want revenge." the man said putting his finger on the trigger.
Out of fear and pain, I couldn't talk anymore and the only thing I could remember was the man's finger giving slight pressure to the trigger and I thought that I would die, a bullet going through my skull. Still only half conscious I heard a voice.
"Let the boy go!" a very familiar voice had spoken about 10 meters behind the both of us. My attacker instantaneously rose and shot 3 bullets to my savior. Bang! Bang! Bang! The bullets whizzed past the air and Vancha had dodged all, but one and a bullet was hit on his shoulder. The vampire hunter feeling triumphant walked toward the wounded Vancha ready to finish the job, but in a moment of sheer instinct, just like the time with Rick I stood and tackled the hunter.
The vampire hunter not expecting the attack had dropped his gun and while I was thrashing at him like a wild animal he picked up his gun and shot me in the shoulder. The bullet went through the flesh of my left shoulder and came out, not without ripping the flesh where the bullet had passed. Falling back from the force of the gun, I lied on my back my left shoulder bleeding and my right hand grasping the hole there trying to stop the bleeding.
The hunter stood up with the gun, but as he stood up Vancha had already caught up with him and shoved his finger nails on his back and tore off a large portion of his back and spine. The man lied dead, bleeding from his wound and Vancha rushed to my side.
"Zachariah!" Vancha stooped down and moved my right hand and spit in his hand and rubbed the spit on my bullet wound. The pain soon left my shoulder and I stopped bleeding and I looked at Vancha huffing. "Can you stand?" Vancha helped me up to my feet.
Staring at Vancha, my lips quivering I asked him "What is going on?" I croaked.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you involved." Vancha looked down ashamed of himself.
"Vancha, is it true are you a vampire..." I finally let the words come out of my eyes, hoping that, he would say "no."
"It's true, I am a vampire..." When those words came out, I was in shock and I wanted to fall to my knees, but my legs supported me. "Zachariah...you have shown great courage today, and I won't mind if you be my assistant," I thought I heard Vancha wrong? Me! A vampire's assistant, why would I accept such a mad offer, but on second thought I realized, this is a second chance for me...I could start over my life, but all the things that I'll miss if I follow with him.
Somehow, I felt like this is what I was meant for, it felt as though this was my destiny to meet Vancha and fight the vampire hunter. And it was my destiny to be his assistant, "Alright I'll be your assistant," I said. "But Zachariah is too formal! Call me Zac or stupid whichever you prefer!" I said with a broad grin on my face.
Vancha also had a smile on his face and if I looked close enough did I see tears? Or was that my imagination?